Written by Sanjayan | August 12th, 2011
At the final camp of the expedition Sanjayan reflects on the meaning of the journey and what lies ahead for this vast land and the people that call it home.
Written by Sanjayan | August 3rd, 2011
Overnight, a storm gathered in silence and quickly pounced. The hot windless evening of yesterday has been replaced by lashing rain and gale force winds. Our tents are anchored with heavy rocks, and yet we fear to leave them empty for too long lest they are tossed into the river.
Written by Sanjayan | August 1st, 2011
I write in the light of the endless Arctic dusk, filtered into a golden hue through the walls of my tent. Outside, I hear wolves howl across the river …
Written by Sanjayan | July 28th, 2011
They had been out for two days when they sighted in the far distance a herd, and as the dogs surged forward in their excitement, Joseph lost his grip on the sled. When he tumbled on to the snow, his dad kept going …